Jones-Wright

Times have changed,
It's plain to see
Things just aren't like they used to be
Blink your eyes
and life may pass you by
Too much happening to wonder why.

The past has gone
and [bad word] Like a stranger at your door
Yet all the people carry on
Their ways of living
And the sins they left behind
All seem forgiven.

Times have changed
It's plain to see
Things just aren't like they used to be
Never ending changes near and far
Makes you wonder really who you are
They've changed it all
We're not so small
Like we used to be. 
Yesterday the future was a dream
Now that dream is just a passing thing
Your spirit cries you must realise (sic)
There are greater things [bad word] All the people carry on their ways of living
And the sins left behind
All seem forgiven.